This is the last dose of funnies for a while (sorry Thurlow; but you're much better now, aren't you? Can do without your "medicine"? <g> ) I'm leaving tomorrow morning, and won't be back at the puter till Sunday the 10th. My ISP has -- very kindly -- quadrupled my data limit for the period, so that I may not have to unsubscribe from both lists (probably will unsubscribe from chat, and read it off the archive on return). All the same, I'd appreciate it if my "subterranean sources" didn't send me any jokes during that period...
From: R.P.
THE DONATION Father O'Malley answers the phone: "Hello, is this Father O'Malley?" "It is" "This is the IRS. Can you help us?" "I can" "Do you know a Ted Houlihan?" "I do" "Is he a member of your congregation?" "He is" "Did he donate $10,000 to the church?" "He will".
ELDERLY CONFESSION
An elderly man walks into a confessional:
Man: "I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many children,
grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I picked up two college
girls, hitchhiking. We went to a motel, where I had sex with each of them
three times."
Priest: "Are you sorry for your sins?"
Man: "What sins?"
Priest: "What kind of a Catholic are you?"
Man: "I'm Jewish."
Priest: "Why are you telling me all this?"
Man: "I'm telling everybody."
BROTHEL TRIP
An elderly man goes into a brothel and tells the madam he would like a young
girl for the night. Surprised, she looks at the ancient man and asks how
old he is.
"I'm 90 years old," he says.
"90!" replies the woman. "Don't you realize you've had it?"
"Oh, sorry," says the old man. "How much do I owe you?"
SENILITY
an elderly man went to his doctor and said, "Doc, I think I'm getting
senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up."
"That's not senility," replied the doctor. "Senility is when you forget to
zip down."
PEST CONTROL
A woman was having a passionate affair. One afternoon they were carrying on
in the bedroom when her husband arrived home unexpectedly.
"Quick," said the woman to her lover," into the closet!" as she pushed him
in, stark naked.
The husband, however, searched the bedroom and found the lover.
"Who are you?" he asked him.
"I'm an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone."
"What are you doing in there?"
"I'm investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths."
"And where are your clothes?"
The lover looked down at himself and said, "Those little b...s."
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